Chapter 1339: Sending Invitations

Chapter 1339: Sending Invitations

Han Fairy was astonished. Lin Nuo had actually invited her, and not just to a regular seat but to sit at a table with relatives, which was quite flattering.

She couldn’t fathom Lin Nuo’s intentions; perhaps he just wanted to humiliate her at the wedding?

Even so, she accepted it, after all, she hadn’t treated Lin Nuo well in the past.

Noticing Han Fairy’s hesitation, Lin Nuo added, “I don’t mean any harm. Besides, my mother wouldn’t allow me to do so. Of course, it’s entirely up to you whether you come or not, and if you do, the fee is waived.”

“I will definitely go.”

Han Fairy accepted the invitation card Lin Nuo offered, on which her name was specially written.

Having studied at Xuanyun Sect for a long time, she hadn’t attended a civil wedding in ages, and this one was for her four disciples.

Before the Wind Sea Forest incident, she had never imagined that three of her female disciples would harbor feelings for Lin Nuo. Ever since that incident, everything about Lin Nuo had changed drastically.

He transformed from a frail, unambitious, lowly disciple into an unbeatable, profound master—it was truly bizarre.

Most unbelievable was that the one who ultimately quelled the chaos in the world was him, who had betrayed the sect and willingly joined the Demon Sect. This completely subverted her understanding, considering that when the Demonic influence rose, it would spell disaster for the world.

Yet it was Xuanyun Sect that faltered first. The chaos instigated by Zhang Yuanxu, the downfall of Xuanyun Sect, the distrust and deception among the various sects vying for power—traitors willing to serve the Demon Sect were popping up everywhere, and their prestige was on the verge of collapse. The common people were fearful; these truly were dark times.

Looking into Lin Nuo’s deep eyes, Han Fairy softly asked, “Why have you changed so much?”

“Because the past me is already dead.”

Lin Nuo smiled slightly, a hint of relief in his voice, laden with double meaning—both a physical death and a spiritual one.

After he was persecuted at Xuanyun Sect, he had already died mentally; what came next was his downfall and darkening.

But now he had completed his self-redemption; the past was to be seen as just a great dream.

The other three girls were aware of Lin Nuo’s circumstances, but he had cautioned them not to speak of it publicly, treating it as a private family matter.

Actually, even if they spoke out, no one would believe it—who would take tales of reincarnation seriously; such old stories were hardly credible.

Most memorable were Su Kexin and Liu Shuqin, as both had memories from their previous lives.

Lin Nuo’s words carried deeper meaning, and Han Fairy chose not to probe further; clearly, she knew he wouldn’t provide more details.

Well, what right did she have to inquire anyway?

“Then I wish you both a harmonious union. If they want to follow you, it means you possess exceptional qualities. I believe you won’t disappoint them. I don’t have much to give, only some trinkets; I hope you won’t mind.”

Han Fairy bestowed upon Su Kexin and the others some cherished accessories—precious bracelets, necklaces, and hairpins, as a token of a master’s goodwill.

As for Lin Nuo, she had something for him too—a crystal-clear Spirit Pearl that had a calming effect.

However, Lin Nuo did not accept it, only taking a broken, powerless Spirit Stone as a mere gesture.

“You need it to calm your spirit in your current state. I think this Spirit Stone is fitting; it’s very much like me.”

Lin Nuo remarked—yes, his life was indeed flawed, and he had lost what could be called power.

But it didn’t matter anymore; that power had been the beginning of his downfall, and losing it was akin to shedding the shadows of his past.

“Do as you see fit; if you think it’s appropriate, I’ll be at the wedding.”

“Alright, you’re welcome to come. You and your disciples should catch up; I won’t disturb you.”

With that, Lin Nuo turned to leave, letting the women chat among themselves.

He sought a cool place to rest. There were plenty of Immortal Cranes in Zifeng Valley; it would be nice to play with a few, and there were also Immortal Tigers to entertain himself with while those women chatted away.

“Master! Master! What are you doing here~!”

Not long after Lin Nuo stepped out, a little white fox girl pounced onto him.

“What are you doing here?”

Lin Nuo stroked Li Ruo’er’s head and asked.

“Hehe, I came to deliver the invitation. After all, I used to be a disciple of Zifeng Valley too.”

“Delivering invitations? Sounds good.”

Lin Nuo noticed Li Ruo’er’s family had come along. Although they had smoothed things over with time, Ni Wanqing and the Sword Saint were still the same; they exchanged barely two sentences, showing little semblance of a couple.

All their attention was on Li Ruo’er. The Sword Saint was absurdly aloof in appearance, yet internally he was an acute doting father.

But what could he do? Li Ruo’er was just too adorable; the Sword Saint had hit the jackpot with such a daughter.

“So, are you here to deliver an invitation too, Master?” Li Ruo’er asked with slitted eyes and a smile.

“I’m giving a verbal invitation. The paper invitations are for you to distribute. Alright, you go hand them out; I’ll take a stroll.”

Lin Nuo ruffled Li Ruo’er’s hair. Why would he distribute invitations? That was something for women to do.

He was just waiting to follow the process on the wedding day.

Wandering around Zifeng Valley, he arrived at the forbidden area where the chaos had originated in the past, and much to his surprise, he had inadvertently saved Zifeng Valley.

Now the forbidden area was tightly controlled, making it hard for trouble to arise again.

“Aren’t you going to accompany your daughter?”

As Lin Nuo walked, he spotted the Sword Saint, who had come alone to the nearby forbidden area.

“I can’t interfere with their matters.”

The Sword Saint replied coolly, just like Lin Nuo, not wanting to interrupt the women’s chatter.

“It’s a miracle you had the nerve to deliver the invitation.”

Lin Nuo jabbed, noticing how much the Sword Saint had changed for Li Ruo’er; he was working hard to become a qualified father.

“Matters concerning one’s daughter are naturally something to care about.”

“Alright, what about you two? Any chance of rekindling things?”

“Rekindling what?” The Sword Saint was puzzled.

“You and Ni Wanqing. Although you had a forced and unexpected child with her, now there’s an opportunity to marry. Otherwise, are you really a family? It sounds strange. Talking divorce when you’ve never actually married.”

“There’s no need for that. We merely crossed paths in life.”

“What are you being proud about? You still have feelings for her, and besides, having a daughter outside marriage will surely attract gossip. You may not care, but Li Ruo’er does.”

“We have already publicly declared ourselves as a couple; she won’t receive any rumors.”

“Forget it, suit yourself.”

Lin Nuo gave up on persuading the Sword Saint; he was as stubborn as they come, and reasoning with him was pointless.

“If you betray Li Ruo’er…”

“There’s no if. I will not betray her.”

Lin Nuo cut the Sword Saint off firmly, his gaze resolute.

He would cherish her; otherwise, he wouldn’t have recklessly saved her multiple times.

The Sword Saint had nothing more to say, facing the towering mountains ahead as he offered his blessing:

“Wishing you a harmonious union for a hundred years.”

“How very cold. If you were warm, you wouldn’t be you.”

Lin Nuo retorted, walking alongside the Sword Saint, facing the majestic mountains, feeling the refreshing breeze—a serene sense of happiness filled the air.

Such peaceful days were truly precious.

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Ten days later, on the wedding day…